I have a wife, I have sons: all of them hostages given to fate.
To strictest justice many ills belong, And honesty is often in the wrong.
Deny a strong man his due, and he will take all he can get.
He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.
Poverty, the mother of manhood. Also, the mother of prostitution.
A crime which is the crime of many none avenge.